Unlimited

Unlimited. That’s a great word, isn’t it? I’m not sure exactly what this odd little wagon is trying to tell us, but the hopeful message is the same one I get whenever I volunteer for Little Bit’s school parties.

Last week, a crowd of soggy, cold parents stood out in a soggy, school courtyard to hear a chorus of five year olds sing “Jingle Bells” and “The Dreidel Song.” After the concert, fueled by cupcakes and juice boxes, the future class of ’23 was more than happy to chit chat.

You can learn a lot from those kindergartners.

“We’ve had a lot of work with all that reading and stuff,” Philip said through a mouthful of frosting. “I’m looking forward to relaxing over the winter break. People don’t take enough time to just kick back and enjoy life.”

“That’s a good point,” I said. “I don’t think I take enough time to just kick back.”

“I’m going to be a runner.” Kate said. “In the Olympics. Or maybe an ice skater.”

“I’m going to be an ice skater, too!” Little Bit said.

“Ah, you guys can be skaters.” Philip said. I’m going to invent rocket skates so that you can ice skate in the sky. You know, you could actually ice skate in snow clouds. That’s the coolest idea I ever had.”

There’s a common thread to conversations among five year olds. It’s a golden, sparkly thread of possibility. Those little ones are woven so securely with hope and potential, they haven’t gotten even the slightest bit frayed by life. Or maybe they are just smart enough not to have been unraveled by the propaganda we all believe to be true: that we somehow have to compromise. That there are limitations. Maybe we’ve all been stuck settling for only animal cookies when we could have had the entire universe on a plate, if we’d just let ourselves imagine it.